 | 1831
...which burst My spirit's sleep ; a fresh May morn it was, When I walk'd forth upon the glittering grass, And wept, I knew not why ; until there rose From the...grating strife of tyrants and of foes. And then I clasp'd my hands and looked around, But none was near to mock my streaming eyes, Which pour'd their... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1828 - 512 páginas
...which burst My spirit's sleep : a fresh May-day it was, When I walk'd forth upon the glittering grass, And wept, I knew not why ; until there rose From the...tyrants and of foes. " And then I clasped my hands, and look'd around — But none was near to mock my streaming eyes, Which poured their warm drops on the... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1828 - 500 páginas
...which burst My spirit's sleep : a fresh May-day it was, When I walk'd forth upon the glittering grass, And wept, I knew not why ; until there rose From the...of woes— The harsh and grating strife of tyrants und of foes. '•' And then I clasped my hands, and look'd around— But none was near to mock my streaming... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 páginas
...glittering grass, 4M,wcpt, I knew not why; until there rose From the near school- room, voices, thai, o nil. -.1 with thy soul this world of woe, To whom all things of Earth and Heaven do bow In fea foe*. 4And then I clasp* d my hands and look'd around — — But none was near to mock my streaming... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 páginas
...which burst My spirit's sleep : a fresh May-dawn it was. When I walk'd forth upon the glittering grass, now recurs. Ah me ! a pathless wilderness remains...Let virtue teach thee firmly to pursue The gradual 4. And then I clasp'd my hands and look'd around — — But none was near to mock my streaming eyes... | |
 | Samuel Lorenzo Knapp - 1832 - 312 páginas
...which burst My spirit's sleep: a fresh Maydawn it was, When I walked forth upon the glittering gras% -.And wept I knew not why ; until there rose From...streaming eyes, Which poured the warm drops on the sunny groundSo without shame, I spake : — " I will be wise, And just, and free, and mild, if in me lies... | |
 | William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone - 1846 - 828 páginas
...which burst My spirit's sleep ; a fresh May-dawn it was, When I walk'd forth upon the glittering grass, And wept — I knew not why ; until there rose, From...grating strife of tyrants and of foes. And then I clasp'd my hands, and look'd around — (but none was near to mock my streaming eyes, Which pour*d... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley, Thomas Medwin - 1833 - 200 páginas
...Islam,' he depicts — Until there rose From the near school-room, voices that, alas I Were but an echo from a world of woes, The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes. That school-room was not of Eton, but of Sion House, Brentford, where he passed several years preparatory... | |
 | Thomas Medwin - 1833 - 196 páginas
...subject to many persecutions which, in his introductory stanzas to ' The Revolt of Islam,' he depicts — Until there rose From the near school-room, voices that, alas ! Were but an echo from a world of woes, The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes. That school-room... | |
 | 1835 - 596 páginas
...spirit's sleep, a fresh May dawn it was : When I walked forth upon the glittering grass And wept, I know not why, until there rose, From the near school-room,...The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes ! 4. And then I clasped my hands, and look'd around — But none was near to mock my streaming eyes,... | |
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I do remember well the hour which burst My spirit's sleep: a fresh May-dawn it was, When I walked forth upon the glittering grass, And wept, I knew not why; until there rose From the near schoolroom, voices, that, alas! Were but one echo from a world... 
